Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 580

Words failed to capture the turmoil raging within Frederick’s heart.

Jocelyn, on the other hand, was utterly baffled.

Ever since they’d moved into the Winston Estate, their paths crossed more frequently, but Marguerite was always hustling, leaving at dawn and returning well past dusk due to her demanding job.

In all honesty, Jocelyn and Hayes didn’t interact much.

Yet, the words Hayes had for Marguerite were undeniably the highest form of praise.

“Hayes, why would you say that?”

Hayes, hands jammed in his pockets, chin tilted up, appeared to be seriously pondering the question.

“Because… Aunt Marguerite is kind, thoughtful… sincere, and she cares about me…”

He articulated each thought as it came to him. He racked his brain for all of Marguerite’s virtues, wishing he could ascribe every splendid word in the world to her. But to Hayes, even those words seemed too shallow, hardly sufficient to express his true sentiments.

resigning to a vague summation, “It’s

Marguerite felt more like family than his own mother

with emotion, her heart swelling

treat them well. Hayes’ affection for Marguerite was a clear

actual mother Yuna had failed to provide, he’d

heart ached even more for Hayes.

sniffled, stood up, and met Frederick’s gaze, her eyes slightly stinging, and asked, “You heard all that? You’re too stubborn. No matter the past grudges, for the sake of the child, it’s time to let go. And about the poisoning accusation against Marguerite, obviously there’s been a misunderstanding. Aren’t you

was in turmoil, his emotions unsettled after three long years, yet

eyes were unfocused, shrouded in a thick fog of confusion and doubt.

mumbled, “Didn’t I say I’d look into it,

you investigate?” Jocelyn challenged.

reddened, his demeanor icy,

someone who’s been through it all, you shouldn’t hide everything from her. Love is love. Don’t play games.

been caught between Marguerite and her son, never daring to jump to conclusions or

which was stronger in her son’s heart towards Marguerite,

to the Winston Estate, their daily interactions had slowly revealed his true feelings

to give

hate might still linger, but it